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Methode des Raubsbeauty
lost between lines
hidden by first person perspective
soft light filters in
reminding me of
ripples run down my flesh
as my fingertips defy me
they search for your flesh
knowing of your absence
i come up short
disappointment finds room
to shove itself inside
and steps on logic's toes
but finds no one to shove it back
the empty crevices in my heart
overflow with your ownership
your claim staked here
to have violated me
The Whimsy ChroniclesMolested by the tides of time
My soul must hide, lest it be seen
Different from the calloused flesh
Meant only to protect me
Hidden in the pitch-black of pain
Avoiding the shadows of memory
Recedes to the point of being
Hazy in its recollection
You've witnessed my now lost purity
You've felt the edges of my sanity
You know exactly who I am
The hidden visage of my familiarity
So perhaps this is why
My fortress is to you like paper
Blown away at the mere thought of your face
Lost with the notion of our shared pain
My soul is open for you to explore
My mind is yours to memorize
You can match my every move
You know all my fears and dreams
So take my hand, you're free to lead
Me into endless suffering
Or unsurpassed joy, should you so choose
I won't fight because I love you
Apocolypse of SelfThe tranquility of past days
Is melting before my eyes
As I claw at the liquid edges
Of everything I could cherish
Even surfaces grow rocky and wavering
I stand on shattered ground
Watching the sky plummet
Watching the stars burn out
The eager voice seduces me back
Into the shadowed crevices of my normality
Where a twisted creature is waiting for me
Mimicking me so perfectly
I sit amongst the briar bush
The thorns caressing my skin
The blood seeping forth and glistening
Reflecting the monster's sadistic glee
The creature pulls me forward, begging
Twisting the last remnants of me
So comforting is this loneliness
So wonderful is this misery
I meet the creature face to face
And liquify as it envelopes me
Into the pool I plunge, no last breath
Realizing the demon is me
So Far DownRising high is the high that you live inside
With eyes rolled back and smile stratched across your pallor
Breathe in dirtied life and hold it inside
Until it bursts out like the tremble of laughter
Smoke rises so high
Your eyes widen in lazy ways to take it all in
The spectacle you'll never appreciate like this again
Or likely even remember
It's alright for the time
The time that stretches and contorts and reveals truths to you
Higher consciousness seems so shallow
Though somehow you realize there is no depth to this
Wasted away on the floor of your friend's bedroom
Amazed as the smoke rises so high
You see such magnitude through those blood-shot eyes
Corgiality is the currency of this exchange
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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